A Letter to an ugly man

To whom it may concern,

You have many sides and I have seen all side of yours. Clad in those Armani-Exchange shirt and silk tie, you happened to be one of the high profiled executives and I know how proudly you think of yourself. Do you know that they hate you, those ladies especially when you touch them on their back and stare at their chest while they do the talking? You may not be surprised that I knew this stuff of yours because it’s just too obvious. They don’t find the guts to act against you for the only reason that you are superior to them and this job is the only thing that will bring food on the table.

But there’s something else that I knew about you that you maybe surprised. The person that you became after coming home, the kind of beast that you transformed in that white shirt and cargo shorts. As soon as you open up that beer can, the beast side of yours came to the surface and the rest will be another day of nightmare for your wife and kids to endure.

Almost everyday she shows me the bruises and red marks all over her face and her back. She tried to put on make ups, but they failed to veil those scars. Whenever she shared her stories with me, I held back my tears, for the reason it could make her even weaker. She told me that she’s tough, she could work it out and there’s no way than staying with you for the sake of her kids. But then one day she was sobbing hard, cheek reddened and tears flowing and with interrupted speech she told me that your 16 years old son had started to follow your path. He started to sneak out the whiskeys and cigarettes from the shelves. I was hopeless but she was helpless. I hugged her and let her cry for a while, and then drive her back to the same hell called home. Since that day, she stopped smiling once and for all. I knew she lied about the ‘being tough’ part.

You have disappointed your wife, your mother and your sisters, but all this doesn’t matter that much because the saddest part of this story  is that you have disappointed your daughter, the eight years old little girl that will hide herself in the cupboard whenever the beating and abusing starts. That’s how it all gets started, the trembled hands still trembling whenever she hears your footstep.

You have stolen her childhood and her dreams for a better future. Now every time she sees a man, your image will be haunting her all her life.

I’m sorry to say this, you don’t even qualify to be called a man, because real men don’t abuse. One day, all the scars might disappear, the wounds might heal but those moments will be forever imprinted on their minds. Everything that you did will be reflected back upon you, and regrets will creep in…but it will be too late..the damage had been done,there’s no chance of returning back because the heart might forgive but can never forget.

May God never bless you!

From

A Stranger that hates you

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Ok peeps.let’s talk !!!

I have written this in conjunction of the 7th Annual ‘It’s time To Talk day’ a day that is, in the words of Violence UnSilenced board member Stacy Morrison “dedicated to just this one goal: to start and continue conversations about relationship abuse, domestic violence, and emotional abuse. This post was made to be fictitious but I can’t deny the fact that some part of this post holds truth.

If you know anyone in your close circles suffering from any kind of abuse, please for God’s sake help them to get some help. Remember your simple act of kindness can save a life, or more lives in some cases.Information on the campaign can be viewed here and there. Some words can make a big difference...

.........and LOVE SHOULD NOT HURT!!!!

Signing off,

The other Side of Me